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I am scared all the time. So, I look up at the sky for comfort. Someone sends me clouds and stars and birds and the dearest moon. And I feel heard. Everything else... is confetti.
— gemma ˗ˋˏ 𖢻 ˎˊ˗
There is nothing like heartbreak that makes your soul see the cradles of tenderness in a new light and I smile like a flower in winter holding on to every offering of a bloom believing in the beauty of hope to overcome the storms, for after much rain, comes the blossoming of colors one never thought to see as if a star amid the fervent darkness to open the eyes a little brighter until they are finally able to catch sunshine and within one last cry, a flooding smile is again settling after birth.
-J.Wool, Catching Sunshine
I wait on Death's shore.
When will it come for me?
I am tired.
Why doesn't it hear me?
Perhaps my pain isn't loud enough.
I gaze at the horizon
Expecting its arrival.
I wish it would hurry
If only for the sake of my sanity.
- Christine